to think or not to think….
Tuesday, August 29th, 2006assalamualaikum w.b.t and kia ora….
hi all…i don’t really feel like writing, but i need to be doing something…i really need to keep myself busy…i’ve been doing too much thinking lately and i know that that’s not good for me…i watched ‘the human stain’ (an incredible movie starring anthony hopkins, nicole kidman, gary sinise, ed harris, WENTWORTH MILLER, etc) two days ago and i found one line that i really, really like: "action is the enemy of thought". true, isn’t it? when you are DOING something, you spend less time THINKING about things…i personally think that ‘thinking’ is the root to all problems…but so is ‘NOT thinking’, come to think about it…hahaha…i’m not making much of a point here, am i?
what have you guys been up to?…well, whatever it is, i hope that you guys are enjoying yourselves…my first week of mid-term break turned out to be an eventful one…i went to auckland to visit my best friend…on the bus to auckland, i sat beside a tranvestite! i kid you not…i spent close to 12 hours sitting beside him/her…don’t get me wrong, i have nothing against tranvestite…it’s just that he/she was HUUUGE! if i’d known earlier that i’d have to sit beside him/her, i’d insist on paying only half the price that i had to pay for the seat…it’s really not fair because he/she took up my side of the seat too…it’s time like this that i really wish i am bigger…
things went uphill once i arrived in auckland…my best friend literally screamed once she spotted me…nice friend, huh?…and that’s when the laughter started…i could now proudly say that i spent four days in auckland laughing…oh, and we managed to squeeze in some sightseeing as well…auckland is really a nice place…friendly and too-cute-to-be-true cafe owner…over-eager and ever-helpful shop assistant…and not to mention the cashier who talked funny…and then there’s the merciless best friend who seemed to love making fun of you (zue, kedai beg di victoria park market. enough said), who gave you a friendship pendant shaped like a LIZARD, of all things (but it’s kinda cute, though), who suggested (’dared’ is more like it) that you STEAL a sign posted on a cute guy’s door (and for some rather incomprehensible reasons, you did) and who forced you to buy a pair of sandals even though it’s clearly TWO sizes bigger that the size you usually wear (i didn’t buy it though, much to her annoyance)…these, gentle ladies and kind sirs, are the recipe for a PURRRFECT and unforgettable vacation…
on the way back to wellington, i sat beside an old lady who was also HUUUGE…this time the bus got stranded on the highway (in the middle of nowhere, might i add) because of heavy snow…instead of moving forward, the bus was sliding backwards…after 15 minutes of that, the bus driver asked the guys on the bus to get out and push the bus…ladies who were of ’substantial’ sizes were also asked to push the bus…it’s time like this that i feel really glad, thankful even, that i’m both horizontally and vertically challenged…when the guys and girls got back on the bus, they looked like frosty the snowman…honest…at around 4.30 am, the bus stopped at a BP station…i went to buy a hot drink and when i went back to my seat, guess what i found?…the old lady was sleeping, like there’s no tomorrow, on both her side and my side of the seat…her FEET were on MY seat… and what’s more, she was hugging MY pillow…my pillow, for God’ s sake! i was too scared to wake her up, so i had to stand there and wait like a complete idiot…i’ve always known that i’m one of the unluckiest human beings on the face of the Earth…
things went downhill when i arrived in wellington….received news that one of my friends had recently passed away…she’s smart, like Einstein-smart…she was just 21…my age, exactly…her death makes me more aware of my own mortality…we don’t know when we are going to die, do we?…that’s the whole point, isn’t it?….we can’t know…death is a surprise…for each and every one of us, whether we like it or not…and that’s what it does too: it often surprises you…my friend’s death surprises me, as it does her family and other friends too, i’m sure…it was also a much-needed wake-up call…an eye-opener…makes me realize that there’s no such thing as being "too young to die"…our youthness always makes us a little bit cocky…we sometimes think that we are invincible…that we can afford to do stupid things now because there’s time for repentance later…guess what?…sometimes the ‘later’ part never materializes…sometimes we don’t get to live to be 30 or 40 or 50…
after that, i received news from home that my dear grandma had passed away…a few days earlier, my older sister e-mailed me a picture of hers, my grandma i mean, taken at my cousin’s wedding…my grandma is the only person on Earth who calls me ‘Rahmah’…nobody, and i mean nobody, calls me by that name except for my late grandma…i have so many fond memories of her…my grandma is a kebaya-and-kain batik-wearing type of grandma…when i was younger, i went through this phase where i really wanted to be (or look, i really don’t know which) like her…so i asked her to give me some of her kebaya so i could wear it too…she gave me some of the smaller ones and i remember, rather vividly, wearing one during hari raya…i remember wearing a shiny, butter-yellow kebaya…i thought i looked cool…what can i say, i’m a late bloomer…in retrospect, i probably looked like a grandma…anyway, the news about her death crushed me…i keep seeing her faces…and sometimes i feel so sad that i literally couldn’t breathe…you probably know the feeling…
well, i did tell you that my first week of break was eventful…you know what?…writing about my friend’s and grandma’s death is not the catharsis that i thought it would be…before i started writing, i went close to two minutes without thinking about either of them…well, i probably should stop now anyway…i can’t focus anymore…ok…ilalliqa’
p/s: this particular entry is a bit morbid, isn’t it?
"Live everyday like it’s your last; because one day, you’re gonna be right" -Ray Charles-
‘ainurRAHMAHellias